ELORA'S POV
The scent of chamomile tea that my grandmother loved so much filled the air. That feeling that comes with being at her place never changed no matter how many years passed. It has this soft and grounding comfort I didn't realise I needed until I stepped through the doors.
Lucian's grandmother was already here, sitting across from mine, both of them chatting and grinning over some items they got. But all that changed when Grandma Marvela lifted her head, looking behind me like she expected someone else to walk in.
“Where's Lucian?” He's not here?” she asked bluntly, her voice laced with that sting I knew too well. Before I could even open my mouth, she added. “Did he give you some kind of excuse again?”
She was already reaching for her phone, her lips pressed tightl
